BORKIN: [Sighing] The life of a man is like a flower, blooming so gaily in a field. Then, along comes a goat, he eats it, and the flower is gone! - Anton Chekhov

This life of ours...human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up — -no more flower.

How pleasant it is to respect people! When I see books, I am not concerned with how the authors loved or played cards; I see only their marvelous works.

"When dawn comes I'm sitting in bed with my arms around my knees and, since I have nothing to do, am trying to know myself. "Know yourself" — what splendid and useful advice; too bad the ancients never thought of showing how to use this advice."

نعم , و لكن من المذنب ؟ اذا لم تكونوا سعداء فالذنب ذنبكم ! نعم , وماذا كنتم تطنون ؟ الانسان هو خالق سعادته. و بوسعكم , لو اردتم , ان تصبحوا سعداء , و لكنكم لا تريدون . أنتم تهربون من السعادة باصرار !